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Come on teetar, why don't we stop? – Just wasting time Wherever we go the lights stay low, I'm Frankenstein I know what you'll say: you need the creation, not the creator The nights where we play, old man Hemingway, mojito and chaser Down where the streets get narrow And the freaks get high on sorrow Won't you dance like a monster with me? Like a flare, like a gun, like a boss this goes off This goes off, this goes off It goes off, it goes off What do you got, 'cause you speak a lot like a nursery rhyme Shadows and doubt from north to south, but I'm Frankenstein Oh where to begin, just don't make me sin with all those pretenders I'm late for a thing, embody your jingoistic agendas Down where the streets get narrow And the freaks get high on sorrow Won't you dance like a monster with me? Like a flare, like a gun, like a boss this goes off This goes off, this goes off SongtexteIt goes off, this goes off This goes off Down on the streets Down with the freaks Won't you dance like a monster with me? Like a boss this goes... off It goes off, it goes off It goes off It goes off This goes off Oh, it goes off It goes off Oh, it goes off It goes off Oh, it goes off Aus Songtexte Mania